End of a Dinner Party

“I’m going to head home I think,” Margot said. You’d all continued the conversation after dinner and dessert over in your little sitting area, and it hadn’t exactly been ebbing so you were a little surprised when your friend made her declaration. Margot and Hikaru had sat on one couch while you and April sat on the other and everything had felt really good about the evening.

You started to protest that she didn’t need to, but Margot was already turned to Hikaru. “I could use some help with a ‘girl thing,’ want to come help and we can watch a movie or something?”

Hikaru seemed confused for a moment and then all of a sudden they were saying goodbye and you were standing up and hugging and April and the girls were trading phone numbers and then they were out the door.

April was looking at you with a big grin when you turned back from shutting the apartment door, but it faltered when she saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I- Why did they just up and leave?” you wondered. “We were having a good time I thought…”

“Oh, Ollie,” April sighed, coming and taking both your hands as she looked up at you. “We were. Dinner was amazing, and Margot and Hikaru are absolute dolls. I’m so glad you have them both in your life. Especially Margot, because she just did the one thing she could to make this night even better.”

“What?” you asked, still confused.

“She got herself and Hikaru out of the way so we could have some private time,” April said with a little smirk, knowing this was the one spot in your life where you didn’t have much experience. “And I think, if she’s doing that for us, she approves of me and you.”

It embarrassingly took another long moment to click in before you realised. “Oooh,” you said.

“Mmm,” April hummed with a grin. “I like that look in your eye.”

“You do, do you?” you asked.

She nodded, biting her lip. “I haven’t seen your bedroom yet.”

Her shirt, a nice cream-coloured blouse that had shown off a small amount of her bounteous cleavage, came off before you even made it to your bedroom door and you paused so that you could feast on her cleavage with kisses and licks as she moaned with her back to the wall. Her hands were scrambling at your belt and got it undone and you almost tripped over your pants as they fell down around your ankles while you stumbled through the door. You kicked them off, lips locked with April’s and she dropped her shirt and started to work on her own pants until she backed up to the edge of the bed and fell back on it.

You took the waist of her nice black jeans and pulled them over her curvy hips, peeling them down her legs as she looked at you with ‘fuck me’ eyes. Once they were off April was left in a sexy set of black and white lingerie. The cups of the bra were white with black lace trim and they were full to almost overflowing with her breasts, while the thong panties were black with white trim and already had a wet spot in the crotch. She grinned while biting her lip and then spun around and up to her hands and knees on the bed.

“I want to suck you, Ollie,” she said, reaching for your boxers and teasing the elastic waistband. “I want to take this big mammoth cock and slobber all over it and feel it with every corner of my mouth. I want to worship it with kisses because you are so perfect.”

You groaned as she lowered your underwear and your cock spilt out, already mostly hard.

“Ummpgh!” she moaned as she fished the head into her mouth, sucking and bobbing softly right along the mushroom head. That did not last long though as she pulled away, stroking the length with one hand. “Get up on the bed with me,” she panted hornily. “We aren’t in the park this time, I want to take my time with you.”

Soon you were up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, and April was on her hands and knees between your legs. She started by doing just what she’d said she wanted to - she rained kisses on every inch of your cock and it really did feel like worship. It was a fat, fleshy tentpole standing up nearly perfectly vertical. Then she surprised you further by delving lower after kissing around the root, looking at you from around the base of your cock as she gently kissed your ballsack.

“Oh,” you grunted, surprised at the feeling. She’d felt them before with a hand, but not that.

“Does that feel good?” she asked. “These balls are just as precious as the rest of you and deserve some attention. Plus, they’re so important for giving me those huge, tasty loads, Ollie.”

She spent a minute or two down there, softly kissing and fondling them, before slowly kissing her way back up your shaft to the head. Then the blowjob started for real and you were pretty much unable to think of anything at all. You were entirely in the moment, revelling in the physical and emotional overwhelming sensations as she worked your cock with her mouth and hands.

This, you had the errant thought, was what they meant by ‘making love.’

At one point April literally choked on your dick, trying to get as much of it as she could into her mouth and into her throat. That made her eyes water behind her glasses and she had to wipe them as she chuckled. “Too big,” she admitted. “I’m just going to have to practise with something smaller first.”

“You don’t need to,” you said, sitting up and cupping her cheek. “Seriously. I’m already- Fuck. I’m stunned. I can barely hold on.”

She smiled warmly and pressed her cheek against your palm before turning and kissing it. “Me wanting to deepthroat you is half wanting to do it for you, and half wanting to feel it myself,” she said. “So if I do want to practise, over and over, I hope you know it’s for me as much as for you.”

“Over and over?” you chuckled.

“Mhmm,” she hummed with a closed-lip grin. “Blowjob practice. Over and over.”

“It’ll be a pain, but I guess I can go along with that,” you said.

She snorted and rolled her eyes, then reached behind herself and started to undo her bra. “I think my jaw needs a break from stretching around this most holy of cocks,” she said. “So I think I’ll just put my breasts to work instead.”

You groaned again. “How can I be this lucky?”

She laughed joyfully and looked you in the eyes as she wrapped her tits around your cock. “I’m asking myself the same question, stud,” she said. “Now lean back and enjoy.”

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